I have been asking myself that question a lot this week. For good reason. Because sometimes, I get so wrapped up in who people want me to be, I forget who I am.
I am:
- A daughter of the awesome, almighty, holy, righteous and perfect God who sent His Son to die a horrible death on a cross because of His incredible love for me. Sometimes I can't wrap my mind around that.
- A daughter of two wonderful parents who I am blessed by on a daily basis.
- The sister of two incredible younger brothers who so often remind me that I am worthy of love and who are constantly watching out for and protecting me.
- A friend to the amazing friends that I have. I am so thankful for each and every one of my friends that pours into me, that allows me to pour into them, and that have stuck by my side, even when things are rough.
- An encourager to those who need support (or I try to be)
- A future special education teacher who is so in love with children who have special needs that it is probably unhealthy.
- An "unofficial official babysitter" to a beautiful little boy who constantly fills my life with joy.
- A Tibster- and proud of it.
This week I really felt like a failure. I felt like I had let Kara down, like I had let people at home down, that I had let people here down, and most of all like I had let myself down. It was really easy for me to sit back and think about all the negative things I am. But the fact of the matter is that God loves me and he made me the way I am. He allows me to struggle with the things I do because He knows it brings me to my knees at His throne. He allows me to break into pieces so that He can be the one to put me back together. Sometimes, I feel like I am a broken chair. Chairs are meant to be a support- they are meant to hold you up so you don't fall on the ground. I felt like a broken chair this week. I was trying to support people, but the pieces holding me together were falling apart. And when I fell apart, it wasn't pretty. I was rusted, my screws were falling out, and I felt lost.
Then God came, the true Master Craftsman, and He saw me in my broken and useless state and He picked me up and comforted me, polished me, and made me whole again. It wasn't easy; some of the things He had to do to put those screws back in were painful. But here I am. Whole in Christ, back to doing what I love to do, and right now, I am overjoyed. I am content. I am happy.
Someone, pointedly, said this week, "God is still working in people, even if they can't see it." While it wasn't said directly to me, I could tell it was meant for me to hear. I couldn't even, at that time, raise my eyes to look at the speaker because I was so full of shame and fear and hurt. Turns out it's true. God is still working and He uses our brokenness to speak directly into other people's lives. He puts our pieces back together and He does what He wants with our lives.
So who am I?
I am a daughter of Christ who has been saved, loved, cared for, broken, put back together, polished, and molded into exactly who He wants me to be. And if I am being who He wants me to be, I am who I want to be.